The first time I went to araps on my own (20yrs old, and having led a somewhat sheltered existence in Canberra), I met this wild hippy dude getting about in tiger pants (including a tail). We arranged to meet up at the flight deck in the afternoon, as he was really keen on leading Orestes. When I got up there, the dude was so stoned he could barely see, yet he proceeded to start up on lead. At about 5m he placed a single nut, declared it to be totally bomber, then ran it out nearly to the end of the hard bit before getting all confucted and pinging off! I did my best to emulate the gritstone belay technique I'd heard about, and managed to arrest the 10m whipper with mr. stoner hovering millimeters above the rock at the base of the corner.